Page 79 of A Wolf's Heart

“Good,” he breathed. Kage turned me around, taking my hands and placing them on the wall, the hot water from the shower now cascading down my back.

He reached between my legs, and I flinched as he touched my swollen clit. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain. He gave a little growl before positioning himself behind me, his dick slipping inside me with shallow, slow thrusts.

At first, the soreness of the beast had me wincing against Kage, but as the cramping eased and the heat swirled, I arched my back, pushing further onto Kage. “Easy,” Kage whispered. “This is only the beginning of the peak. We don’t want to break you just yet.”

But they already had. With their touches and taste, with their scents and the caring demeanor they all had whenever a heat wave came over me. This grumpy alpha was deeper inside me than his dick went, and it felt like I was just starting to see that.

“I never knew you could be so gentle,” I goaded him, wanting him to go faster, push harder, even though my pussy was grateful for the change of pace.

Kage leaned forward, blocking the hot water. He chuckled before he spoke in my ear. “Only for you, little alpha.”

22

LILA

Iwoke up nestled in a pile of limbs and flesh, gentle snores coming from Weylin, and the scents. Oh my god, all the delicious scents that not only filled the air but filled me. I had never in my life been in such a sense of bliss.

Carefully extracting myself from Kage’s arms, I slipped out from under Rainor’s leg and removed Weylin’s hand from my breast. How the hell we all fit on a queen-size mattress was beyond me; overlapping was inevitable.

There had been a lot of sex last night. No. There had been a lot of mating. It had been messy and dirty and so freaking satisfying. The last thing I remembered was sucking Rainor’s cock while Weylin and Kage both penetrated me, having the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, after already having my entire body worshipped by the three of them, then we all just kind of collapsed in a heap and fell asleep.

They must be exhausted because not a single muscle twitched. I grabbed my pink robe off the back of the door and walked out to the kitchen. It was dark outside… What time was it?

I glanced at the clock—three a.m.

Wait…what day was it?

Max lay in his bed, immediately getting up and coming to me when he saw me.

“Hey, buddy,” I whispered, a frog caught in my throat. I grabbed a glass of water from the sink before setting out to make Max his breakfast. This was my routine. Right? Just the two of us. Max and me. It just didn’t feel the same.

But as I went to the fridge for Max’s meal, I saw the overflowing amount of food in it and smiled. I fed Max first and then got to work. Max had finished his meal and sat, watching me with his head tilted to one side, moving it to the other as I danced around the kitchen.

First, making coffee for myself—self-care was important—then tossing the bacon into the frying pan. I decided to cook three packages; I wasn’t exactly sure how much those guys would eat, but I imagined it would be a lot.

Once that was all cooked up, I quickly washed the pan. Three eggs each, right? Three was a lot. I could probably make them over easy.

I began cracking the eggs directly into the pan, cursing when a few shells fell in here or there. At first, it was easy to pull them out, but as the pan filled up with more eggs, I had difficulty.

“Oh well, extra calcium, right, Max?” He gave me the most adorable look, so I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of him.

While the eggs cooked, I grabbed a loaf of bread and stared at my tiny toaster.

“If each of us has two pieces, that’s eight pieces. Three minutes each, divided by two… that will take twelve minutes.” I mulled it over and then turned to Max. “But if we put them in the oven, they will all be toasted at the same time!” I grinned. He looked down at the floor, clearly not very confident in my idea. “It will be fine,” I reassured him.

I set the oven to broil on high, wanting them to be done quickly because the eggs were bubbling. Shit! The eggs were bubbling!

I shoved the bread slices onto the top rack and closed the door. Then I quickly grabbed the spatula and tried to flip the eggs. Yolk was flying, a splatter of grease got me, and I winced. I tried to scrape what I could off the bottom of the pan, but everything started breaking and I gave up trying to salvage it.

“Scrambled eggs, it is, Maxy,” I said as I started mixing everything up again. I spotted another eggshell, and in the process of trying to retrieve it, the edge of my hand touched the lip of the pan. “Fuck.” I gasped at the burn.

I dropped everything, my spatula falling to the floor, eggs shooting across the room, and went to the sink, running my hand under the cold water. Behind me, Max was cleaning eggs off the refrigerator door with his tongue.

I watched as my skin began to heal under the cool water. Why couldn’t I just not feel the pain of abrasions or burns? The healing ability was amazing, but come on…take it one step further and remove pain all together.

The memory of the beast pounding into me while Weylin had my hands pinned above my head and Kage pinched and teased my nipples flashed through my mind.Okay, I take that back, I’ll deal with the sensation of pain.

Turning off the water, I turned towards my mess of eggs, but something outside the kitchen window caught my eye. I peered out into the darkness, a shadow moving in and out of the tree line.

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